Dreams, books, are each a world.

I'm not talking about a "show me other walls of this thing" button, I mean a "stumble" button for wallbase.

How fast has brother followed brother, From sunshine to the sunless land!

Be mild, and cleave to gentle things, thy glory and thy happiness be there.

The light that never was, on sea or land; The consecration, and the Poet's dream.

For by superior energies; more strict affiance in each other; faith more firm in their unhallowed principles, the bad have fairly earned a victory over the weak, the vacillating, inconsistent good.

Nature never did betray the heart that loved her.